asherhealy

[asherhealy]

He remembered the first time they'd had sex, many years ago when they were still in high school. How cautious she had been, how surprisingly nervous he had been (he had wanted to impress her), and how slow they both were. It had taken place in her beautiful family home, in her large bedroom one evening when her parents and little sister were out for the night. He remembered her face as she stared up at him hidden under her bed sheets, the way his breath was a little uneasy and unstable. So much had changed since then, they had become different people in so many ways and explored their relationship in parts unexpected, but one thing remained the same; how she always left him a little breathless. "But corrupting you back then was so much fun, baby." He murmured to her with a grin, leaning into her touch a little when she rested her hand on his cheek, humming softly at the sensation of her ass against his body. "Save that for later." He mused at the idea of her riding him, a twistingly exciting idea in itself, following her wishes by ever so slowly moving his dick downwards with his hand so he slid inside her, letting out a moan of his own against her ear at the sensation. That very first motion, it never got old, the way it felt being inside her. He kept his face close to hers, beginning to pump his body back and forth, inside and out.

The older Asher grew, the less scary he seemed. He recalled those times as a teenager, just seventeen, when he was oh so hateful towards the world. Then as each year passed, those layers peeled themselves away, and what revealed itself was a boy looking for affection. A boy with a far more delicate soul, but a boy who also faced great sadness in his heart. A drug addiction, that’s what it was, at the core, deep and protruding on his soul and on his spirit. The lifestyle of Asher Healy, combined with the emotions of young Andrew, left for some struggling even though he refused to let on.

He didn’t let on for a couple of reasons; one, his mother battled her own demons, how could he, in the midst of it all, reveal that he too had a substance abuse problem? It was unfair on Lily to burden her with that. Two, his love, Rosie. She embodied perfection in so many ways, still working hard at her social media career as he continued with his music. It was all he knew how to do. He worked, of course, they shared a quaint apartment overlooking Los Angeles, but his heart would always lie on his drum kit. She’d been away for a couple of weeks, some sort of influencer opportunity, and Asher had struggled without her presence. She was very much his anchor. He longed for her return, the safety she offered. But… he had, admittedly, enjoyed the freedom to indulge in whatever substance he chose, though no signs of that remained.

Sat in the living room, he stared at the wall. His leg bounced a little, he ringed his hands in thought. He had finished work early today, timing it so that when she returned she would have an expected surprise waiting in her living room; her boyfriend. Asher bit his lip; he hadn’t taken something in a few days in anticipation of her return but it was having it’s consequences. He was antsy. But he knew her return would ease his pain.

He rose to his feet, running his hands over his face and letting out one, deep sigh. He still had a tendency for flannel shirts and dark boots, he still was covered in tattoos, and he still stood tall and muscular. With a soft click, the front door opened, and he straightened himself out before she walked in, offering her a smile as he stood in anticipation. He smiled a little more softly these days, but Rosie has fallen in love with a broken boy.

“… Baby…” He said almost in relief, letting out a happy sigh and turning to face her, arms at his side. “Thank God you’re home.”

[asherhealy]

“If you insist.” She was right. The sensation and way it gripped without a condom was simply incomparable, if she didn’t mind and understood what it meant, it was more than okay by him. She liked it raw, she had said it herself, and that’s exactly what she’d get. Just maybe a bit of mess as well. Without having to ask, the man hitched his breath a little the moment he felt her lips make contact with his dick, her breath becoming quicker and shorter the more she licked it, the more she moved, the more she sucked. “Just like that, baby…” He whined almost breathlessly, melting in the way her ass moved against his face, reciprocating his enjoyment by increasing the speed of his tongue motions. Like said before, he was a man and all men liked views like this. “You taste so fucking good.” He mumbled, moving his tongue inwards and licking her out with ease. He wanted more, exploring her body in ways so many men wouldn’t dare do. This combination of sensations was unthinkable but Asher wasn’t ready to let this be the way that they both orgasmed. There was so much more to do.

Moving his head away, the man kissed her entrance longingly before hooking his arms under her waist, pulling her so he was no longer under her. There, he moved himself so hovered over her, taking in the view of her entire body, forcibly arching her back so her stomach was pressed against the cold, tiled floors. What a sight. Grabbing his dick, he began to drag is slowly over her ass, tapping in places, and running it between the fold, even that itself was an unimaginable sensation. As huge as he was, he practically encompassed Rosie when he leaned over her back like that. Leaning in, he moved his lips to her ear where she’d hear his deep breathing, his arms either side of her waist pressed against the floor. “You gonna let me cum on you today, baby? Hmm?” He murmured, running his dick upwards then downwards against the fold. “I know you love it when I do. You’re so fucking dirty, you know that?” He moved his hand down to her ass, jiggling it a little again against his dick, humming a little in delight.

The older Asher grew, the less scary he seemed. He recalled those times as a teenager, just seventeen, when he was oh so hateful towards the world. Then as each year passed, those layers peeled themselves away, and what revealed itself was a boy looking for affection. A boy with a far more delicate soul, but a boy who also faced great sadness in his heart. A drug addiction, that’s what it was, at the core, deep and protruding on his soul and on his spirit. The lifestyle of Asher Healy, combined with the emotions of young Andrew, left for some struggling even though he refused to let on.

He didn’t let on for a couple of reasons; one, his mother battled her own demons, how could he, in the midst of it all, reveal that he too had a substance abuse problem? It was unfair on Lily to burden her with that. Two, his love, Rosie. She embodied perfection in so many ways, still working hard at her social media career as he continued with his music. It was all he knew how to do. He worked, of course, they shared a quaint apartment overlooking Los Angeles, but his heart would always lie on his drum kit. She’d been away for a couple of weeks, some sort of influencer opportunity, and Asher had struggled without her presence. She was very much his anchor. He longed for her return, the safety she offered. But… he had, admittedly, enjoyed the freedom to indulge in whatever substance he chose, though no signs of that remained.

Sat in the living room, he stared at the wall. His leg bounced a little, he ringed his hands in thought. He had finished work early today, timing it so that when she returned she would have an expected surprise waiting in her living room; her boyfriend. Asher bit his lip; he hadn’t taken something in a few days in anticipation of her return but it was having it’s consequences. He was antsy. But he knew her return would ease his pain.

He rose to his feet, running his hands over his face and letting out one, deep sigh. He still had a tendency for flannel shirts and dark boots, he still was covered in tattoos, and he still stood tall and muscular. With a soft click, the front door opened, and he straightened himself out before she walked in, offering her a smile as he stood in anticipation. He smiled a little more softly these days, but Rosie has fallen in love with a broken boy.

“… Baby…” He said almost in relief, letting out a happy sigh and turning to face her, arms at his side. “Thank God you’re home.”

[asherhealy]

Lying on the floor, he grinned facing upwards at her, his hand still running over his dick to keep himself hard, though that wasn’t exactly difficult when his girlfriend was as beautiful as she was. He noticed how she looked at it almost hungrily, and it made him slow his motions just to entice her more. “… I know… and that’s who you fell for — Ditto, baby.” Asher had come a long way and often told her he loved her, for it was nothing but the truth. Yet sometimes, he still said ‘ditto’, it was just how he was, and Rosie knew what he would mean by it. As bad as it was, he was tired of kisses, he wanted something more, something that he was craving. He wanted to taste every inch of her body. He wriggled his body a little as she moved into her own position, eyes widening as her ass was in perfect view. “… I’ve missed you too.” He laughed, enjoying the way she wiggled her body and how it moved. He was man after all, and all men were simple. When his girlfriend moved her body like that, he was happy. His large hands gripped each ass cheek, slapping one harshly in a quick rhythm as he arched her body upwards a little so he could better reach her entrance. Moving inwards, he refused to approach this gently. He wanted to devour her, beginning to move his tongue over her entrance in perfect strokes, practically buried in her body. He himself relished in the sensation of her hand rubbing his dick, though he desired something more than, humming in delight. Another slap on her ass, he squeezed the cheek tightly after, wobbling it with his hands. His perfect woman, that’s who she was. “I forgot the condoms…” He mumbled, suddenly remembering he had left them in a drawer in his bedroom. “… You don’t mind, do you, baby?” One of the shocking things about Rosie that he had discovered is that she didn’t mind not using a condom. He, of course, always asked that she was comfortable, but ultimately, it made for a better sensation. He just simply made sure to pull out, though she didn’t even mind what he left behind. In fact, she seemed to almost like it when he finished on her. Looked at him hungrily with those big eyes as he came. Shit, he hissed, appreciating the way she tasted the way Greek gods loved ambrosia. It was all they could survive on. “Do that for me again.” He begged, wanting her to move her ass against his face just as she had done before, slapping it harshly again. Suffocate him.

The older Asher grew, the less scary he seemed. He recalled those times as a teenager, just seventeen, when he was oh so hateful towards the world. Then as each year passed, those layers peeled themselves away, and what revealed itself was a boy looking for affection. A boy with a far more delicate soul, but a boy who also faced great sadness in his heart. A drug addiction, that’s what it was, at the core, deep and protruding on his soul and on his spirit. The lifestyle of Asher Healy, combined with the emotions of young Andrew, left for some struggling even though he refused to let on.

He didn’t let on for a couple of reasons; one, his mother battled her own demons, how could he, in the midst of it all, reveal that he too had a substance abuse problem? It was unfair on Lily to burden her with that. Two, his love, Rosie. She embodied perfection in so many ways, still working hard at her social media career as he continued with his music. It was all he knew how to do. He worked, of course, they shared a quaint apartment overlooking Los Angeles, but his heart would always lie on his drum kit. She’d been away for a couple of weeks, some sort of influencer opportunity, and Asher had struggled without her presence. She was very much his anchor. He longed for her return, the safety she offered. But… he had, admittedly, enjoyed the freedom to indulge in whatever substance he chose, though no signs of that remained.

Sat in the living room, he stared at the wall. His leg bounced a little, he ringed his hands in thought. He had finished work early today, timing it so that when she returned she would have an expected surprise waiting in her living room; her boyfriend. Asher bit his lip; he hadn’t taken something in a few days in anticipation of her return but it was having it’s consequences. He was antsy. But he knew her return would ease his pain.

He rose to his feet, running his hands over his face and letting out one, deep sigh. He still had a tendency for flannel shirts and dark boots, he still was covered in tattoos, and he still stood tall and muscular. With a soft click, the front door opened, and he straightened himself out before she walked in, offering her a smile as he stood in anticipation. He smiled a little more softly these days, but Rosie has fallen in love with a broken boy.

“… Baby…” He said almost in relief, letting out a happy sigh and turning to face her, arms at his side. “Thank God you’re home.”

[asherhealy]

“Come on…” He almost whined, giving her a look that only Rosie would understand. A look of intense hunger and passion that only they shared between them, the way his eyes glistened with something mischievous. He was slowly slipping forwards towards the balcony door, though he hesitated for just a moment longer. “I want everyone to know how good we fuck each other.” It was true; the pair had done just about anything and everything you could think of these past few years, they were strangers to almost nothing, but the one thing they did do was tend to keep their affairs within the fall walls of the apartment. It was now evening, yes, the sky was growing dark with each minute, but still… why not make some noise in the neighbourhood? “Things always taste better the longer you wait.” He smirked. Then she made a suggestion that made his face light up, tilting his head at how she was the one to initiate it. Long gone were the days where Rosie squealed at the sight of a shirtless man. Well, she still did, just in a different way. “Hmm, yeah? Together? At once?” His foot kicked the balcony door open, stepping outside into the cool breeze. He wasn’t a magician, even Asher had his limits. He carefully placed his girlfriend down so she was stood on her own feet again, smacking her ass once teasingly with a wide grin on his face, before turning to peer out to balcony.

“Having an expensive girlfriend has it’s perks.” He mused, unzipping his black shorts and tossing them aside, just the boxers left. “I mean, how many apartment balconies can I do this on?” The boxers were pulled off as well, Asher casually revealing everything to the world, everything to his girlfriend. Rosie was largely the reason they were able to afford the apartment despite him working full time. LA was expensive. So now they had a high rise, private apartment with a perfect view where he could stand naked for the whole world to see. Looking back at Rosie, his hand slipped to his dick, running over it up and down as he admired the view; his nearly naked girlfriend, that is. It never got old. Stepping away from the balcony fencing, he reaching his arm out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. “Together?” Suddenly the towering man had moved down to lie on the floor, peering upwards at the girl with a deep smirk plastered on his lips. He patted the top of his chest. “Free seat for you, baby.”

The older Asher grew, the less scary he seemed. He recalled those times as a teenager, just seventeen, when he was oh so hateful towards the world. Then as each year passed, those layers peeled themselves away, and what revealed itself was a boy looking for affection. A boy with a far more delicate soul, but a boy who also faced great sadness in his heart. A drug addiction, that’s what it was, at the core, deep and protruding on his soul and on his spirit. The lifestyle of Asher Healy, combined with the emotions of young Andrew, left for some struggling even though he refused to let on.

He didn’t let on for a couple of reasons; one, his mother battled her own demons, how could he, in the midst of it all, reveal that he too had a substance abuse problem? It was unfair on Lily to burden her with that. Two, his love, Rosie. She embodied perfection in so many ways, still working hard at her social media career as he continued with his music. It was all he knew how to do. He worked, of course, they shared a quaint apartment overlooking Los Angeles, but his heart would always lie on his drum kit. She’d been away for a couple of weeks, some sort of influencer opportunity, and Asher had struggled without her presence. She was very much his anchor. He longed for her return, the safety she offered. But… he had, admittedly, enjoyed the freedom to indulge in whatever substance he chose, though no signs of that remained.

Sat in the living room, he stared at the wall. His leg bounced a little, he ringed his hands in thought. He had finished work early today, timing it so that when she returned she would have an expected surprise waiting in her living room; her boyfriend. Asher bit his lip; he hadn’t taken something in a few days in anticipation of her return but it was having it’s consequences. He was antsy. But he knew her return would ease his pain.

He rose to his feet, running his hands over his face and letting out one, deep sigh. He still had a tendency for flannel shirts and dark boots, he still was covered in tattoos, and he still stood tall and muscular. With a soft click, the front door opened, and he straightened himself out before she walked in, offering her a smile as he stood in anticipation. He smiled a little more softly these days, but Rosie has fallen in love with a broken boy.

“… Baby…” He said almost in relief, letting out a happy sigh and turning to face her, arms at his side. “Thank God you’re home.”

[asherhealy]

“I missed you, of course, baby.” He spoke in a teasing tone. As a joke, he tapped each one. He just also happened to miss two perfectly round and plump items. “You like knowing that, don’t you?” He mused as he continued his motions against her breasts. Long strokes and flicks with his tongue, circular motions, sucking at the skin. “You like knowing you drive me insane? Hmm?” Rosie was a lot freakier than she would let on to most, including him; she almost denied it with naive giggles but Asher saw the way she relished in activities other girls might not enjoy. Leaning his head in further, he began to suck on one of her nipples, a mixture of kissing and pulling at the skin, his finger massaging the other one gently. Asher wore a pair of black shorts for it was still warm weather in LA, and Rosie would begin to feel the way something had grown beneath them. Something large and something that wanted more. He let his lips move upwards to her own then for a moment, kissing her softly and mumbling under his breath, “I want fuck you on the balcony, baby.” He began, hands slipping downwards to her thighs and slipping under the skirt, squeezing her ass tightly. Another region he relished in. “7 and a half inches to work with, like you said. I want everyone to hear you moan my name.” Without asking, his fingers hooked over the skirt zip, pulling it down so the item of clothing delicately dropped the floor. All that was left was her lingerie. Holding her tightly, he pushing himself to his feet, the girl still locked around his body, her chest squeezed against his. “I forgot how you tasted, Ro… Come on…”

The older Asher grew, the less scary he seemed. He recalled those times as a teenager, just seventeen, when he was oh so hateful towards the world. Then as each year passed, those layers peeled themselves away, and what revealed itself was a boy looking for affection. A boy with a far more delicate soul, but a boy who also faced great sadness in his heart. A drug addiction, that’s what it was, at the core, deep and protruding on his soul and on his spirit. The lifestyle of Asher Healy, combined with the emotions of young Andrew, left for some struggling even though he refused to let on.

He didn’t let on for a couple of reasons; one, his mother battled her own demons, how could he, in the midst of it all, reveal that he too had a substance abuse problem? It was unfair on Lily to burden her with that. Two, his love, Rosie. She embodied perfection in so many ways, still working hard at her social media career as he continued with his music. It was all he knew how to do. He worked, of course, they shared a quaint apartment overlooking Los Angeles, but his heart would always lie on his drum kit. She’d been away for a couple of weeks, some sort of influencer opportunity, and Asher had struggled without her presence. She was very much his anchor. He longed for her return, the safety she offered. But… he had, admittedly, enjoyed the freedom to indulge in whatever substance he chose, though no signs of that remained.

Sat in the living room, he stared at the wall. His leg bounced a little, he ringed his hands in thought. He had finished work early today, timing it so that when she returned she would have an expected surprise waiting in her living room; her boyfriend. Asher bit his lip; he hadn’t taken something in a few days in anticipation of her return but it was having it’s consequences. He was antsy. But he knew her return would ease his pain.

He rose to his feet, running his hands over his face and letting out one, deep sigh. He still had a tendency for flannel shirts and dark boots, he still was covered in tattoos, and he still stood tall and muscular. With a soft click, the front door opened, and he straightened himself out before she walked in, offering her a smile as he stood in anticipation. He smiled a little more softly these days, but Rosie has fallen in love with a broken boy.

“… Baby…” He said almost in relief, letting out a happy sigh and turning to face her, arms at his side. “Thank God you’re home.”

[asherhealy]

“I mean, last I heard, you like counting my inches.” He countered in a joke, a flicker of that confident smirk twisting on his lips. It was hard for Asher to not make jokes like this, hard for him to not let his mind wander the way it did in curiosity. In a longing for something more. The pair had come a long way, after all. Once upon a time, Rosie couldn’t even look at him shirtless. Now? Now she was often the one who drove him insane. And he was all for it. He watched her remove her blouse, his eyes beginning to glow at the sight before him. “Oh, how I’ve missed you.” He muttered under his breath, quickly reciprocating by removing his flannel shirt and tossing it aside, now shirtless himself. He didn’t ask, for her knew that she wasn’t bothered by it, and Asher’s fingers unhooked her bra from behind so he was presented with her large chest that he was oh so comfortable with. Smiling, his hands slid back to down to her thighs, leaning in and beginning to press kisses on her chest. “This will wake you up.” He knew she was tired but he also knew that she wouldn’t miss up on an opportunity like this. Kisses were pecked across her soft, warm skin, humming in joy at the feeling, almost like he was burying himself against her body. Not almost, was. He was hiding against it, wanting to embrace and taste every drop that she offered. They could fuck against the window… sure. But what about what laid just outside the window. What about the balcony? They tended to keep their sexual affairs more private than some couples, but even they had their interests. No one on their floor would see them, there was privacy windows between each apartment, but the people in the street? They might be in for a show. “Never go away for that long again.” His voice was a little muffled, one hand moving up and squeezing her chest, beginning to flick her nipple in an uneven rhythm, leaving her unsure of what would happen next. Her chest had always been a favourite thing of Drew’s, the way they jiggled, how soft they felt when he squeezed, how round and perfectly perky they were. “Look what it’s done to me.” He liked to warm things up but knew he wouldn’t last long.

The older Asher grew, the less scary he seemed. He recalled those times as a teenager, just seventeen, when he was oh so hateful towards the world. Then as each year passed, those layers peeled themselves away, and what revealed itself was a boy looking for affection. A boy with a far more delicate soul, but a boy who also faced great sadness in his heart. A drug addiction, that’s what it was, at the core, deep and protruding on his soul and on his spirit. The lifestyle of Asher Healy, combined with the emotions of young Andrew, left for some struggling even though he refused to let on.

He didn’t let on for a couple of reasons; one, his mother battled her own demons, how could he, in the midst of it all, reveal that he too had a substance abuse problem? It was unfair on Lily to burden her with that. Two, his love, Rosie. She embodied perfection in so many ways, still working hard at her social media career as he continued with his music. It was all he knew how to do. He worked, of course, they shared a quaint apartment overlooking Los Angeles, but his heart would always lie on his drum kit. She’d been away for a couple of weeks, some sort of influencer opportunity, and Asher had struggled without her presence. She was very much his anchor. He longed for her return, the safety she offered. But… he had, admittedly, enjoyed the freedom to indulge in whatever substance he chose, though no signs of that remained.

Sat in the living room, he stared at the wall. His leg bounced a little, he ringed his hands in thought. He had finished work early today, timing it so that when she returned she would have an expected surprise waiting in her living room; her boyfriend. Asher bit his lip; he hadn’t taken something in a few days in anticipation of her return but it was having it’s consequences. He was antsy. But he knew her return would ease his pain.

He rose to his feet, running his hands over his face and letting out one, deep sigh. He still had a tendency for flannel shirts and dark boots, he still was covered in tattoos, and he still stood tall and muscular. With a soft click, the front door opened, and he straightened himself out before she walked in, offering her a smile as he stood in anticipation. He smiled a little more softly these days, but Rosie has fallen in love with a broken boy.

“… Baby…” He said almost in relief, letting out a happy sigh and turning to face her, arms at his side. “Thank God you’re home.”

[asherhealy]

“6’3”, actually… if we’re being specific. But who’s counting?” Asher joked lightly, enjoying the moment of intimacy they both shared, embracing her body and keeping himself close. Once he had allowed it for himself, Asher was prone to seek out physical affection; from many years of being alone, it was something he now craved. Intensely. “

We could have fucked in front of the windows like you’ve always wanted. The very idea made his face perk up just a little. It was true, he had always wanted to have sex against a window. Rosie had come leaps and bounds, almost, he remembered those times when they had first met, how shy she had been when it came to anything sexual, even a kiss and a shirtless boy. Now look, making provocative comments in whispering tones. His eyes cast themselves between her, and between the large windows to the left of them which led out to a balcony. “I have always wanted to do that…” He mumbled in response, lifting his head back up to face her. She’d taken her heels off, he’d wish she’d take off more.

“Ro…” He continued then, that charming, soft smile dancing on his lips, “… How tired are you?” His finger ran slowly over and around her back, up and down in circles. He’d missed her, of course, but that included every aspect of her. Every aspect. His fingertips tugged gently at her blouse, tilting his head in anticipation. She would know what meant. He didn’t always say much but he meant what he said.

The older Asher grew, the less scary he seemed. He recalled those times as a teenager, just seventeen, when he was oh so hateful towards the world. Then as each year passed, those layers peeled themselves away, and what revealed itself was a boy looking for affection. A boy with a far more delicate soul, but a boy who also faced great sadness in his heart. A drug addiction, that’s what it was, at the core, deep and protruding on his soul and on his spirit. The lifestyle of Asher Healy, combined with the emotions of young Andrew, left for some struggling even though he refused to let on.

He didn’t let on for a couple of reasons; one, his mother battled her own demons, how could he, in the midst of it all, reveal that he too had a substance abuse problem? It was unfair on Lily to burden her with that. Two, his love, Rosie. She embodied perfection in so many ways, still working hard at her social media career as he continued with his music. It was all he knew how to do. He worked, of course, they shared a quaint apartment overlooking Los Angeles, but his heart would always lie on his drum kit. She’d been away for a couple of weeks, some sort of influencer opportunity, and Asher had struggled without her presence. She was very much his anchor. He longed for her return, the safety she offered. But… he had, admittedly, enjoyed the freedom to indulge in whatever substance he chose, though no signs of that remained.

Sat in the living room, he stared at the wall. His leg bounced a little, he ringed his hands in thought. He had finished work early today, timing it so that when she returned she would have an expected surprise waiting in her living room; her boyfriend. Asher bit his lip; he hadn’t taken something in a few days in anticipation of her return but it was having it’s consequences. He was antsy. But he knew her return would ease his pain.

He rose to his feet, running his hands over his face and letting out one, deep sigh. He still had a tendency for flannel shirts and dark boots, he still was covered in tattoos, and he still stood tall and muscular. With a soft click, the front door opened, and he straightened himself out before she walked in, offering her a smile as he stood in anticipation. He smiled a little more softly these days, but Rosie has fallen in love with a broken boy.

“… Baby…” He said almost in relief, letting out a happy sigh and turning to face her, arms at his side. “Thank God you’re home.”

[asherhealy]

He was everlastingly proud of his girlfriend for how she had developed her career, watching her blossom in her niche and be able enjoy something she was truly passionate about. He longed for the same; he too, the past few years, had been trying to make a name for himself, with success in his own ways, though a little more limited than hers. But he could feel it… he really could, he was so close to something big. He had to tell himself that, or what was this all for? He was now twenty four but he still pursued the dream sixteen year old Asher held close on his heart. The same way he had Rosie so close to his heart, he just couldn’t let her go.

Seeing her arrival, he opened his arms the moment she began to make her way over to him, his smile only growing as she jumped into his arms. He picked her up with ease, wrapping his arms around her tight. Spinning her just slightly, he kissed her back with sensitivity, shrugging a little in glee. “I took the day off, baby, thought I’d surprise you.” Asher, for all his rough exteriors, had a rather quiet voice. “Hope I didn’t disturb your peace.” Naturally wanting to be more comfortable, his eyes cast themselves down to one of the arm chairs in the living room, smiling as he made his way over and sat down, keeping his girlfriend straddled.

Kissing her once more, he settled himself in the chair, arms still hooked around her slim waist, brushing a bit of hair away from her face. “You did?” His face lit up a little. Gifts and presents had always evoked a bit of excitement in the man for he hadn’t had much growing up. “Thank you, baby.” Always expressed with gratitude, of course. Her last question made him laugh, a slightly nervous one at that, but he nodded. “My best behaviour, I promise. None of your plants died, that shows my attitude, no?” Instinctively, he leaned his head inwards, pressing it just below her collarbone, almost on her chest, seeking comfort. “… I’m glad you’re back. I missed you so much.”

The older Asher grew, the less scary he seemed. He recalled those times as a teenager, just seventeen, when he was oh so hateful towards the world. Then as each year passed, those layers peeled themselves away, and what revealed itself was a boy looking for affection. A boy with a far more delicate soul, but a boy who also faced great sadness in his heart. A drug addiction, that’s what it was, at the core, deep and protruding on his soul and on his spirit. The lifestyle of Asher Healy, combined with the emotions of young Andrew, left for some struggling even though he refused to let on.

He didn’t let on for a couple of reasons; one, his mother battled her own demons, how could he, in the midst of it all, reveal that he too had a substance abuse problem? It was unfair on Lily to burden her with that. Two, his love, Rosie. She embodied perfection in so many ways, still working hard at her social media career as he continued with his music. It was all he knew how to do. He worked, of course, they shared a quaint apartment overlooking Los Angeles, but his heart would always lie on his drum kit. She’d been away for a couple of weeks, some sort of influencer opportunity, and Asher had struggled without her presence. She was very much his anchor. He longed for her return, the safety she offered. But… he had, admittedly, enjoyed the freedom to indulge in whatever substance he chose, though no signs of that remained.

Sat in the living room, he stared at the wall. His leg bounced a little, he ringed his hands in thought. He had finished work early today, timing it so that when she returned she would have an expected surprise waiting in her living room; her boyfriend. Asher bit his lip; he hadn’t taken something in a few days in anticipation of her return but it was having it’s consequences. He was antsy. But he knew her return would ease his pain.

He rose to his feet, running his hands over his face and letting out one, deep sigh. He still had a tendency for flannel shirts and dark boots, he still was covered in tattoos, and he still stood tall and muscular. With a soft click, the front door opened, and he straightened himself out before she walked in, offering her a smile as he stood in anticipation. He smiled a little more softly these days, but Rosie has fallen in love with a broken boy.

“… Baby…” He said almost in relief, letting out a happy sigh and turning to face her, arms at his side. “Thank God you’re home.”

[asherhealy]

The older Asher grew, the less scary he seemed. He recalled those times as a teenager, just seventeen, when he was oh so hateful towards the world. Then as each year passed, those layers peeled themselves away, and what revealed itself was a boy looking for affection. A boy with a far more delicate soul, but a boy who also faced great sadness in his heart. A drug addiction, that’s what it was, at the core, deep and protruding on his soul and on his spirit. The lifestyle of Asher Healy, combined with the emotions of young Andrew, left for some struggling even though he refused to let on.

He didn’t let on for a couple of reasons; one, his mother battled her own demons, how could he, in the midst of it all, reveal that he too had a substance abuse problem? It was unfair on Lily to burden her with that. Two, his love, Rosie. She embodied perfection in so many ways, still working hard at her social media career as he continued with his music. It was all he knew how to do. He worked, of course, they shared a quaint apartment overlooking Los Angeles, but his heart would always lie on his drum kit. She’d been away for a couple of weeks, some sort of influencer opportunity, and Asher had struggled without her presence. She was very much his anchor. He longed for her return, the safety she offered. But… he had, admittedly, enjoyed the freedom to indulge in whatever substance he chose, though no signs of that remained.

Sat in the living room, he stared at the wall. His leg bounced a little, he ringed his hands in thought. He had finished work early today, timing it so that when she returned she would have an expected surprise waiting in her living room; her boyfriend. Asher bit his lip; he hadn’t taken something in a few days in anticipation of her return but it was having it’s consequences. He was antsy. But he knew her return would ease his pain.

He rose to his feet, running his hands over his face and letting out one, deep sigh. He still had a tendency for flannel shirts and dark boots, he still was covered in tattoos, and he still stood tall and muscular. With a soft click, the front door opened, and he straightened himself out before she walked in, offering her a smile as he stood in anticipation. He smiled a little more softly these days, but Rosie has fallen in love with a broken boy.

“… Baby…” He said almost in relief, letting out a happy sigh and turning to face her, arms at his side. “Thank God you’re home.”

[asherhealy]

[ GIVEN TO HIM IN A SMALL GIFT BAG WITH A RECTANGULAR BOX INSIDE WHICH HELD A COLLECTION OF PAPERS ]

Over the years, Rosie had learned that one thing Andrew didn't need was expensive items. It was why things had devloped into more sentimental gifts as opposed to gifts where she felt she was simply trying to shove luxury onto him. This year, she'd settled for a bracelet with a spotify code which linked to her favorite song which reminded her of their relationship. It was personal but also memorable. But the actual gift came in the form of the small contract she'd managed to secure in order to get Asher's band into a recording studio to record their first ever EP. "Merry Christmas, handsome," she chimed happily, pressing her lips gently against the corner of his mouth before sitting down beside him, adjusting her skirt accordingly. "You almost seemed surprised by how small it is but I promise you it's nothing shy of spectacular."

[asherhealy]

𝕄𝔸ℕ𝕀ℙ ⇢ MATTHEW DADDARIO &&. CHLOE BENNET.

[asherhealy]

[ GIVEN IN PERSON ALONG WITH AN ENVELOPE, A VALENTINES DAY BAG AND A LITTLE HEART SHAPED BALLOON ]

“Hello!” Rosalie chimed as she stood at his front door, dressed in a black dress with hearts dotted around, clutching the bag in one hand while the other held the almost massive looking box. Stepping forward with a sweet smile, the girl rose to her toes to press a kiss gently against his lips before pulling back, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Andrew. I know I said that I would give this to you later when we went out to dinner but I got a little too excited and wanted to give it you now!” And quite frankly, the girl had wanted to see her boyfriend well before 6pm considering she’d been so busy with school and needed a day to just be with someone who made all the stress go away. Moving the bag to her other hand, she took a hold of his hand and walked into his home before pulling him towards the kitchen where she set down the box and the bag. “The little bag is more so a secondary gift because I saw this at the store when I was shopping and thought you may like it. For… almost too obvious reason. But this,” she paused, motioning towards the black box, “is your true gift! I really hope you like it since it took me quite a lot of time to put together with college and everything I have going on.”

The box contained a massive collection of photos Rosie had printed with a Polaroid printer off of her phone of the couple from the very beginning of their relationship and moments that she cherished with nothing but pure fondness. Pictures of them curled up under a blanket, a photo where he put frosting on her face from a cupcake during a lunch date, one where he was on the floor and she was just knelt beside him squeezing his face, and quite a few of them kissing while one of them was pulling some kind of facial expression. And so many more. In certain slots, there would be small surprises hidden in pockets. Surprises included; a gold bracelet that had ‘A & R’ engraved onto it, a coin from their first date ever to the fair and a $250 gift card to one of the best burger restaurants in all of Los Angeles. At the very center of the box was a small snow globe with two little people looking at each other inside with a Ferris wheel behind them. On the base of the snow globe were the words ‘the day it all began’.

Inside the envelope was a Polaroid wrapped in a sheet of paper that said ‘FOR YOUR EYES ONLY’ right on the front considering the photo was of a very topless Rosie. There was also a card to a hotel room she’d book for the night which said ‘can i do you instead of my homework?’ Safe to say she’s bright red and hiding behind her hands when he looks at it.

“Oh... hey, look at this...” Asher had reached a point in his life where he was so used to Rosie and her extravagant, expensive gifts that his own income couldn’t even compare to competing with. At first, he had insisted she didn’t spend that kind of money on him but he had learnt to just accept that this was who she was. He also got cool presents as well. Holding the topless photo up, his smirk grew significantly in amusement, “... my girlfriend’s gone bad. I like it.” Opening his jacket, he placed the photograph into the inside pocket carefully. “This fits perfectly right here.”

[asherhealy]

[ GIVEN TO HIM IN PERSON IN A SMALL BLACK BOX WITH A RED BOW AND A MEDIUM SIZED BOX WITH A PENGUIN SLEDDING ON IT ]

"Okay, I have a tiny confession to make. I know you don't quite like it when I spend too much money on you but I promise that it wasn't that much! I just like getting you nice things, is that so bad?" She questioned with little puppy eyes before holding out both the boxes, "Please just open them first and then let me know if you're mad at me. Look! I even purchased a box with a little penguin on it and you adore penguins. You can't possibly be mad at me for that, right?" Her tone was hopeful as innocent eyes waited to see his reaction. 

OOC NOTE: to fit his aesthetic, the sweater is actually black with grey writing instead of white and it has short sleeves instead of long ones so he can have his tattoos exposed. 

[asherhealy]

If you could do one thing in the world without any single repercussions, what would it be and why?

It was a very simple answer that would certainly be met with disapproval from anyone who heard it, including his own father. “I’d beat that fucking asshole up that put my dad in jail.” Asher was a bitter man and wished revenge on every single criminal that plotted his father’s time behind bars.

[asherhealy]

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Do you ever plan to go by ‘Andrew’ again or are you always going to go by ‘Asher’?

“No. No more… Andrew.” He was long gone.

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